No Such Thing as Black or White
Chapter 2

Spoilers season one of BTVS books 1 through 4

Takes place after a made up book five. I apologize beforehand for my abysmal grammar and spelling. It has never then my strong suit. Also there is a light mention of SI.

I don't own anything

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Harry's POV

It seemed like it had been years since he had gotten a good nights sleep and now heading back to Giles place he felt more exhausted then ever.

He had just ended fighting with a group of vamps over some silly talisman that Giles said would bring doom and destruction to the world and all that shit same as always.

He had started wearing lots of dark clothes and fabrics that wouldn't tear as easily when he was fighting and would blend in more to the night. Like leather and black jeans and he had grown out his hair so that he could put it would stay back without chopping off all his hair. It was just above the shoulders now and it wasn't so messy but right now all of that just seemed to just be weighing him down.

He had come to respect Giles but hated the council with a passion. They were too much like the ministry and he knew how quickly they would turn on you.

All they did was order people around and tell them what to do when they had never done it themselves and weren't even good at it.

It always made him feel like a pawn in someone's giant game of chess and he hated that feeling.

He was going to give Giles the talisman and hit the sack and hopefully not get up for a wile. Preferably ever, but he knew that couldn't happen so he'd just tell Giles to let him sleep, maybe even take the sleeping drought Giles had taught him how to make. Although he doubted he would need it. He was dead on his feet.

He had become quite good at potions ever since Giles had started to teach him. He even found it relaxing after a nights work and the healing potions were very helpful.

He had also developed his skills in the dark arts a lot since he left the Dursleys.

The most helpful book Giles had found for him though was a book that was by Slytherin himself written in Parselmouth telling of all the curses he had made and his philosophies on life.

He found that he agreed with him on quite a number of things but not once in the book had it mentioned anything about muggles and muggle-borns.

Not only that but he had even read a part where it had mentioned Godric Grifindor referring to him as his closest friend which was quite a shock.

It made him wonder what made Slytherin hate them so much more later in life that he would leave a beast to kill them all off.

Giles POV

He didn't know what to do.

Buffy was going to be here soon and he didn't know how he was going to tell her that they were going to a school of magic, that there was another slayer around, that she would be posing as his daughter, and that the first friends that really excepted her couldn't come.

Especially that last one.

"Maybe she would make friends with Harry though. They both seem to have the same disregard for the rules." He muttered to himself.

"Maybe who would make friends with Harry?" asked Buffy from behind him.

Giles sputtered out his tea all over his shirt and turned around.

"And who's Harry?" said Buffy as an after thought.

It took a few seconds for Giles to re-establish his composure before he decided to just tell it as it is. "Harry Potter is the new slayer." Giles replied deciding to answer that question first.

Buffy's jaw dropped so low he thought it was going to touch the floor.

"B-but I'm the only slayer! And Harry is a boys name!!" She seamed like she was about to add something about the name Potter but shut up then.

Giles sat down and cleaned his glasses trying to think of the easiest way to explain all this.

"Well when you drowned, even though you were only died for a few minutes, you were still technically dead and Harry is the next slayer in line so he got called."

"That still doesn't tell me why it's a boy. I thought they we were all girls."

"Well it never actually says anywhere that the slayer can't be a boy, it just was always a girl." Answered Giles.

"Okay I got to sit down here." Buffy said. After thinking for a few seconds she started again

"So let me get this strait. When I died, another slayer got called and this slayer is a boy named Harry?"

"Right but that's not all." replied Giles " Harry is not just a normal boy he is a wizard. That is a male magician who has inner magic which they normally focus through a wand. He is not even a normal wizard though. When he was less then two a very evil wizard called Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him. But some how he survived and instead Voldemort got the curse reflected on him. A couple years ago though Voldemort came back and has been trying to kill Harry ever since."

By this time Buffy's mouth was hanging so far open that he thought she would trip over it and told her as much. She quickly closed it before saying "Wow and I thought I had it bad."

"You see though Hogwarts and here at the hell mouth are the only places that Harry is safe. He is safe here because of all the energy from the hell mouth no one can track him and he is safe at Hogwarts, Hogwarts is the magic school he goes to, because of all the wards around the castle protecting him and since he has to continue his schooling in magic he can't stay here... we have to go to the school with him."

"But I have friends here! And not just mini Cordilias but real friends! I can't just leave them and what about my mom what am I supposed to tell her! And I'm not magical so how can I go!" Buffy was ranting at this point.

"And why can't someone else be his watcher? You're my watcher and he can't have you!" Buffy finally paused with a desperate expression on her face and started sniffling.

"Well I'm the only watcher that is a wizard or witch so I would be the only one who can even get to the school let alone stay there. I've made plans to be the DADA teacher and you can pretend to be my daughter and since your not magical we can say you're a squib, that's someone who is born to magic parents but not magical. Then you can say that your going to a private school for the specially gifted to your mom and that will make her happy then everybody wins" Giles eyes begged her to be all right with this.

Finally she sighed and said with defeat "We'll I guess this is one way to get out of Sunny hell."

Buffy's POV

Buffy was kind of relieved that she didn't have to stay in Sunny Dale any longer it just brought back to many memories of the master and what hell was like.

She shivered at that thought. Yes she had been to hell even though it was only for a few minutes it had been long enough.

It was torture. Pure torture. But not the kind most people think it would be it wasn't pain and not knowing what was going on in the world.

No this was much worse this was knowing.

Knowing everything that had ever happened and would ever happen to the people she cared about most. Knowing all the pain she had ever caused in her short life and it was a lot. When she had been the head Cordiliet at Hemery and in Jr. High she had made a lot of lives miserable and to feel all the hurt she had caused and the emotions it made her shut down.

She didn't even know if she could face her friends again after she saw all the pain she would cause them if she stayed.

Maybe it would be better if she left and stayed with Giles at this school.

Giles would get in trouble with or without her so it might as well be with her. Besides he acted more like a father then her adopted dad did and she wouldn't be able to give him up.

Yes she knew she was adopted even if her parents didn't know she knew about it.

She had found out right before she came to Sunny Dell. She had had to clean out the garage as part of her punishment for sneaking out at night and had found her birth certificate.

She carried it around with her everywhere in a secret pocket of her jacket along with the adoption papers.

She didn't know why she carried them around all the time she just did. It was a reminder of a different life.

Her real name was Evangeline Aspasia Elita Lilith Potter, which her real parents Lillian Toril Evans Potter and James Alexander Potter had named her and in her opinion was a much better name in than Buffy Ann Summers, which her adopted parents had changed her name to. Although she did wonder about it's length. It was also interesting that when she looked up the meaning her name seemed to say Bringer of Good News Welcome Chosen One of the Night.

Also there was Harry and he sounded pretty cool, even if they originally had the same last name and he would be in danger anyways so they could hang out without her feeling bad about putting another person in danger.

Hey maybe they were even related but that wasn't very likely considering that his parents were magical.

Besides leaving wouldn't be so bad.

Her adopted mom would be really proud of her that she got in and she wouldn't have to deal with that rat faced principle any more either.

No this might turn out all right after all.

The only thing she was worried about was leaving Angel. He understood her like no one else she had ever met did. He had his dark side that he tried to keep hidden but she saw it. And as weird as some may of thought it, that darkness reassured her because she could feel her own darkness grow each time she killed a beast.

This was what she thought about as she quietly moved out farther into the graveyard section of town slaying a few vampires on the way.

She saw Xander and Willow walking together a little further down the road but thought she'd leave them in peace. They looked like they were getting together and she didn't want to interrupt that. It was about time they got together too. They would drive her crazy if they kept looking at each other like that and neither of them made a move. Maybe she could even just leave without having to tell them but no they would probably worry.

She jumped the gate and headed into the graveyard. This was her favorite time of night and yet also her worst.

This was when she was free. This is where she called the shots. Not the council, not her mom, not her principle or teachers, not anyone but her.

Her and whatever sharp object she was carrying tonight.

But this sharp object wasn't for slaying like her job had titled but for making a quick slash in her stomach or upper arm where it would be hidden from view.

Yes she cut herself and she liked it that way. She wasn't suicidal. She knew what was in death and definitely didn't want to go back there again. She just wanted to be in charge of her own life and this was the easiest way she knew how.

She didn't know exactly when she had started. It was sometime during the summer while she was with her adopted father and he couldn't figure out why she was avoiding him.

She was avoiding him because she hadn't seen him in hell. As strange as that may sound that was why.

Because when she was in hell she was only cursed by what would happen to the ones she cared for, and even Cordilia's future was shown.

But not her adopted dad's future and that scared her more than anything else ever could.

That was when she started to feel helpless and like everyone was in charge of her life except her.

She hadn't chosen who she saw in hell it just was shown to her.

She hadn't chosen to be the slayer. She just was.

But cutting herself, she had done that, not anyone else, just her. No one else could claim they had done that to her and who would want to.

As she sat down on the bench she took out the blade she had been carrying and partook in what had become her nightly ritual and as the blood glided down her flesh she felt a peace like no other slide over her and cover her.

Harry's POV

Harry woke up and headed down stairs feeling very relaxed. Of course he should he had just slept 13 hours strait after all and who wouldn't be relaxed after sleeping that long.

The potion he made hadn't hurt either. When he got down to the kitchen he saw a girl about his age eating cereal even though he was sure it was around 3 or so in the afternoon.

When she turned to look at him he just about fainted.

She looked exactly like the pictures he had seen of his mother except with blond hair and darker eyes more like his fathers but he quickly regained his composure and said hello to the girl who was obviously Buffy.

Buffy noticed though and asked, "What are you looking at? Do I have hat hair or something."

Quickly putting her hands to her hair trying to see if it was messed up or out of place.

"No, no." I said quickly "you just look a lot like my mother." Buffy gave him a strange look, but not like she was mad just kind of thinking about what he had said and what she was going to say to that. Then she said something that caught him off guard.

"Can I see her?"

"She's dead." "No, no. I mean a picture of her." She said quickly.

I kind of looked at her funny. What was the big deal? Sure she looked like mum. Remarkably like her actually but why would she care?

I took a picture of my parents out of my wallet and handed it to her. She looked to be on the verge of tears but asked one other question, "What were there names?"

"James and Lily Potter."

Once I said that I immediately regretted it she instantly started sobbing and broke down.

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Hello sorry about the all names but I couldn't restrain myself.

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